Second half of the night.

Although Tang Zeqian was still deeply confused, he could not stand the deeper and deeper sleepiness, and gradually fell asleep with fatigue.

After he fell asleep, Gouxuan Pavilion became more lively.

In the dark corners that are invisible to the naked eye, bloody eyes emerged and were exploring around boredly, not knowing what they wanted to find from the corners of the house structure.

"Xun" has become accustomed to this and is too lazy to even look at it.

But "Bai Ling", who was supposed to be sleeping, couldn't help but become nervous. Her eyes were circling with the bloody eyes. Her originally timid eyes were full of aggressiveness and vigilance, as if she was about to jump up when she had disagreement, grabbed her shoes and killed those bloody eyes like a fly.

"Xun" couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw this: "Oh! Are you not going to pretend now?"

"Bai Ling" glanced at her and said sarcastically: "If you want to pretend, Obasan, you are pretending too much than me! I am a real teenage girl, but you are a ghost grandma in your 900s. You are actually pretending to be a teenage girl? Bah, do you want some face?"

The "Xun" face couldn't hold back at that time.

She urged the spiritual energy to inject it into the "Qingxing Lantern" shikigami wood sculpture. The light flames lit up suddenly, and the temporary ghost gate opened. In the deep vortex, a tongue like a spirit snake poked out and rolled over to "Bai Ling".

"Bai Ling" was not afraid and sneered: "What? The details were exposed and the pain was poked, so he planned to kill someone to silence him?"

She clapped her hands gently, and a charming "fox face" flew out from behind, carried it on her face, revealing her lively eyes.

In an instant, her body began to mutate, turning into a clever and charming little fox, jumping away from the attack of "shuang" tongue.

"Xun" frowned as soon as she saw this mask. She was responsible for sacrificing and controlling the existence of the Ghost Gate, and had a deep impression of the ghost spirits who had escaped from the Ghost Gate.

"How come the fox magic weapon refined by the Fox-faced Ghost King is in your hands? Are you the disciple of the Seven-Emotion Ghost King? But you are obviously a human!" "Xun" said in surprise, "It seems that the Seven-Emotion Ghost King is playing with emotions, but I am afraid that he has already played with himself crazy..."

"Bai Ling" squinted the fox's mouth, his body was agile and as fast as light. His sharp claws waved, and cold light flashed from time to time, falling on the long tongue of "Xun", leaving white seals.

Thrilling, panic, soul-devouring, soul-snatching, withering, destruction...

After all, "Bai Ling" is young and has only the level of soul-defeating cultivation, while "Xun" is a "withered" ghost spirit.

However, "Bai Ling" has magic weapons refined by the destructive ghost king master, while "Xun"'s body is sealed in the Shikigami wood carving.

As one goes up and down, although the two are one level apart, they actually get a draw.

The "Xun" face couldn't help but look ugly!

She suddenly activated the Shikigami wood sculpture, and the flames on the green running lights burned higher and higher, and a blue light flame more than a foot long rose, creating a barrier, covering her and "Bai Ling".

"Bai Ling" was not afraid at all. With a buzzing sound from behind his head, another "spirit ape" mask flew out and put it on his head.

She seemed to have transformed into a soft-shaped ape, jumping up and down, with extremely agile arms, and when she waved, she was actually wrapped in a burst of air, making a sound.

When the two fought fiercely, the blood-eyed villain seemed to be completely uninterested. Without even glances, he turned into a bead of eyebrow and crawled into the dark corner and disappeared.

The more "Xun" fights, the more frightened he becomes. I really can't figure out when will humans be able to practice the magic of filthy ghosts?

Moreover, as a human being, "Bai Ling" is only a teenager. Even if she started practicing when she was still in her womb, she would never be able to reach the "soul-killing level"!

But she practiced hard for nine hundred years before she reached the peak of "withering level", and she was still one step away from becoming the Ghost King.

This made her mentally unbalanced!

Just as she was thinking about whether to fight hard, "Bai Ling" suddenly burped, fell to the ground with a "bang", and was unconscious. The two masks on her head "spirit ape" and "Female fox" instantly turned into spiritual energy and disappeared.

The "shuang" tongue instantly entangled "Bai Ling". She was about to drag the sharp-toned and sharp-mouthed stinky girl into the temporary hell gate when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from the beam on the roof above her head: "Meow"

But it was Mr. Ocelot who made an appearance inappropriate manner again!

Its expression seemed to be when he was going home, he actually found that someone wanted to steal the dried fish while it was not at home.

It caught him on the spot!

The leopard cat snorted, rushed down from the roof beam, and scratched his claws without hesitation at the smoked "long tongue".

"Xun" hesitated for a moment and decided not to be as knowledgeable as this stupid cat, so he retracted his "long tongue".

She had just figured it out. Although the stinky girl "Bai Ling" was very annoying, she could not kill her for the time being. Otherwise, Tang Zeqian would find out that "Bai Ling" was gone early tomorrow morning and would definitely get angry.

If you compete with the leopard cat at this time, what if it is the same as last time, the stupid cat is furious and bit off "Bai Ling"'s head...

So, "Xun" decisively gave up his anger and directly extinguished the light flames.

The leopard cat kept stepping on "Bai Ling" with its claws, then poked its nose out, and sniffed it around her neck...

Unexpectedly, "Bai Ling" suddenly woke up.

She returned to her initial timid look, looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, looked at "Xun" in surprise and said, "Why am I here? Could it be..."

Speaking of this, her expression suddenly changed drastically. She hugged the leopard cat in her arms and said nervously: "Did you see my sister just now?"

"Xun" was stunned for a moment: "Your sister? When did you have a sister?"

The leopard cat was suddenly hugged. It was very unhappy and was about to get angry. Unexpectedly, "Bai Ling" stroked its chin... Well, it was so comfortable... This technique is much better than Tang Zeqian's single trash for twenty years... Well, keep going, don't stop...

"Bai Ling" looked at "Xun" in panic and said, "My sister is very fierce, has a very irritable temper, she will fight with people at any time, and sometimes she will hurt people... But every time I wake up, she disappears..."

Well!

"Xun" couldn't help but think. She looked at "Bai Ling" suspiciously, trying to judge whether the words just now were true or false from the subtle expression on the girl's face.

After a while, "Xun" had to admit that there was no trace of lying on the girl in front of her.

"Is it a rare one-piece double soul? Or is it a pure personality split?" "Xun" also felt a little overwhelmed and couldn't help but mutter: "It's probably because of the seven old ghosts who have made this mask and that mask all day long that makes this little girl's personality split!!"

...

Honan Temple. The courtyard of Tiger Stream.

Zen Master Wuneng sat upright on the terrace and meditated.

A little novice slowly walked from a distance and stood beside him.

The old monk Wuneng narrowed his eyes into a slit and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The little shaman bowed and said, "The abbot of the abbot was discussing affairs in Feiyun Pavilion. He originally did not want to disturb the Zen master's cultivation, but the elder of the Black Academy, Master Zhiyuan, said that something strange happened in the Black Academy..."

The old monk Wuneng's eyes suddenly opened, and a shocking light flashed: "What a strange thing happened? There is a magic weapon I asked for from Gouxuan Pavilion in the Black Academy to suppress it. What a strange thing happened?"

"Master Zhuo Jia did not explain!" Xiaoxiami scratched her bald head, "However, the abbot of the abbot asked me to come over and ask the Zen master to go to Feiyun Pavilion..."

Monk Wuneng nodded, laughing in his heart, knowing that his reaction was a bit too extreme!

What happened in the Black Academy should be an ordinary thing, not the level you think. Otherwise, I was afraid that the nephew of Zhiquan would have come to the door in person long ago, and would never delay the matter with the abbot and abbot before saying it out. At this time, I would not be afraid that a little novice monk who could not figure out anything came to report the news.

Thinking of this, Monk Wuneng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I asked dozens of magic tools from Gouxuan Pavilion a few days ago, the Honan Temple has a great family and too many important monasteries...

The statue of the saint of the founding ancestor, the deity of the saint, must be placed in the statue of the temple. The ancient buildings such as the Tang Sect, the White Academy, and the Black Academy also need to suppress the magic weapon. The Feiyun Pavilion, which is known as the Three Pavilions of Kyoto, is naturally even more indispensable. In addition, the Sutra Library, the monk's house where ordinary monks live...

Finally, I found that dozens of magic weapons were not enough!

Fortunately, it was normal for Otani Mitsuhan and others who had fought against the Blood Eyes that hatched the "Ghost Mother's Egg" in the Kamakawa Delta, and nothing happened to them.

Zen Master Wuneng followed the little novice monk to Feiyun Pavilion.

In the pavilion, the abbot, Bai Xiu, Dagu, the elder of Feiyun Pavilion, the elder of Master Zhiling, the elder of the Black Academy, the elder of the Bai Academy, the elder of the Bai Academy, the monk Zhiguang, the monk of the temple, and others are all there.

"I have met Master Wuneng (Master)!" The monks stood up and greeted each other.

The old monk Wuneng returned the tribute and said straight to the point: "No need to be too polite! I heard that something unusual happened in the Black Academy, but I don't know what the situation is?"

Master Zhiyuan, the head dean of the Black Academy, hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Actually, it's not a big deal! It's mainly related to the magic weapon you brought back to the temple from Gouxuan Pavilion not long ago..."

The old monk Wuneng's heart skipped a beat: Is it really related to the magic weapon of Gouxuan Pavilion?

"What the hell is going on? What's wrong with the magic weapon I brought back from Gouxuan Pavilion?"

The man on the kite said, "The black crystal ruler engraved with six-character mantras that the master gave to us Black Academy will make strange noises at night, as if someone is reciting scriptures..."
Chapter completed!